Effing Feline likes Valentines

 

Fart-Fueled Flying Feline, Effing for short, writes the Weekend Writing Warrior / Sunday Snippet posts on Mr. V’s behalf

I, Effing Feline, was gratified last week when Teresa worried about my poor paws getting sore from all the typing that Ed Hoornaert, aka Mr Valentine, forces me to do.  You care about me, Teresa — so will you be my valentine?

However, I must admit that I don’t do my own typing — I’m above such menial tasks.  Here’s my secretary, hunting and pecking at today’s blog post:

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Overseeing her work is my cousin, Willie.  He’s been known to chase after the secretary — the naughty boy!

Today’s snippet continues from where last week’s snippet left off. It’s from a soon-to-be-released book called Future Love, Mr V’s upcoming science fiction short story collection. This particular story, Devil, Devil was a winner in an annual contest run by On Spec, a science fiction magazine.

“Hello. My name is Laila.”

Around us, people mingle in threes and fours on the church lawn, holding disposable plates as they nibble at their Last Supper. Behind Laila, the white cone of Mount Baker on the mainland floats like a halo around her head.

I know, I know—that’s an illusion. The low mountains at the volcano’s base are hidden by haze and the earth’s curvature, creating the illusion of floating mountain and angelic halo. But I have lived my life, amphibian-like, in dual worlds of reason and marvel, without one ever seeming to negate the other. And if God can make mountains float, whatever the scientific explanation, what other miracles might He perform?

Such as having the most gorgeous woman at the Last Supper picnic introduce herself to me.

Effing Feline again. A devil who believes in God and goes to church … that’s as odd as a typing budgie.  What will Mr V think of next?

Make sure you read the snippets by other great weekend writing warriors and Sunday Snippets folks.